Phew. The first week back is done.
I bet you thought I wasn’t going to thank all of you for your support. Well you were wrong.
I just didn’t want to start the week off with some sad, thank you letter about how all of you helped not only myself, but the rest of my family to keep going.
Because this breakup of mine didn’t just affect me, it affected my entire family. His entire family. Everyone in the world practically.
Yup. I had the breakup that changed the world.
Not really, but as you can imagine it felt that way at times. I know a lot of my family members read the comments and I read them out loud to them over the phone sometimes too. Just knowing someone is thinking of you can’t change your situation, but it can change your mood.
I don’t want any of you worrying about me anymore because I’m fine. In fact I’d say I’ve adjusted to my new life remarkably fast. And remarkably well.
I don’t mean to make any of you jealous but I can eat dinner whenever I want and I never, ever, EVER have to watch war reenactments on The History Channel again. Ever.
Prior to the fella, and yes, there was life before the fella, I absolutely loved being alone. And I love it again. There is one thing I miss especially. And it’s a strange thing. It’s what we hated to do as a child. Sharing.
I miss sharing food and stories and laughter. You know that moment when you’re watching a television show and something hilarious happens and you look over at the person next to you on the couch? I don’t have that anymore.
But it’s not the end of the world and I figured out a way around the loss of sharing thing.
I share my food with family members, I share my stories on this website and when I’m in need of sharing some laughter I go outside and gather the neighbours around to look at my 10 foot tall tomato plant wrapping its branches around my entire porch. It’s more of a nervous laughter. It’s a scary, scary tomato plant.
So as I was saying, don’t worry about me. Fella or not I have a good life.
Thank you again to everyone. My mother, my sisters, my nieces. All rallying around me in a show of support.
I was shocked and amazed at how many people who have never commented before felt compelled to comment. I was stunned at how many people sent me emails and presents. Friends, long lost family members, old co-workers, and readers came out of the woodwork just to let me know they were thinking of me. I couldn’t get over the amount of people actually.
I’d have a way better funeral turnout than I ever thought.
And the money. Thank you to every single person who donated $2, $10 or $20. I’m not exactly destitute, but it allowed me to take those few weeks off without worrying.
I’m sorry I couldn’t reply to all of your emails and comments. There were just so many.
And finally I wanted to share with you one of my favourite comments. This person read my bad news on their birthday and decided I could use their birthday wish more than they could. They bestowed upon me their birthday wish.
So I took it.
And I wished for the very same thing I’ve wished for since I was little. I don’t wish for material things and I don’t wish for things to happen.
Every time I ever get a wish, I wish for the very same thing.
To be happy.
Because that’s what it all leads to, right? We wish for money in the hope it’ll make us happy. We wish for a loved one to return hoping it’ll make us happy. We wish the troubles, turmoil and tragedy to go away … so we can be happy. The thing is, we don’t always know what will make us happy. We think we do. But we’re not always right.
I thought a spiral perm in grade 11 would make me happy. It did not.
So, I figure let’s cut to the chase and wish for the ultimate goal in everyone’s life. Happiness.
Thank you all for helping to make me happy(ish) again.